Ick In Sick

[Verse 1]
You hate my busted shoes
The way I slurp my soup
How I quote old cartoons
In a crowded room (yeah)
You gag at my dumb jokes
At how I crack my neck
I breathe the wrong way twice
You’re typing out a text
[Chorus]
I put the ick in sick
I bet you’re sick of it
Every little thing I do
Is one more reason you’re through
I put the ick in sick
You roll your eyes
That’s it
You act like I’m a walking plague
Just say my name
You want to flake
[Verse 2]
You flinch when I say “dude”
When I eat in bed
When I leave one sock on
When I tilt my head
You cringe at how I laugh
At the stickers on my car
At the band tees that I wear
At the way I air guitar (hey)
[Chorus]
I put the ick in sick
I bet you’re sick of it
Every little thing I do
Is one more reason you’re through
I put the ick in sick
You roll your eyes
That’s it
You act like I’m a walking plague
Just say my name
You want to flake
[Bridge]
You hate my friends
My favorite show
How I walk too fast
How I walk too slow
You hate my hair
My chipped black nails
You say “it’s just a vibe that fails”
[Breakdown]
So call the doctor
Tell ’em quick
“I caught this boy
And he makes me sick”
You say I’m gross
You say I’m wrong
But you still show up
To hear this song
[Guitar Solo]
[Chorus]
I put the ick in sick
I bet you’re sick of it
Every little thing I do
Is one more reason you’re through
I put the ick in sick
Yeah
I’m the perfect fix
For every petty
Picky twist
I’m the ick you can’t resist

rock, Heavy, chugging alt-metal guitars tuned low; male vocals switch between sarcastic talk-sing in the verses and a shout-along, anthemic chorus. Drums stomp with halftime grooves on verses, then explode double-time in choruses. Pre-solo breakdown drops to bass and drums before a screaming, dissonant guitar solo tears through, then final chorus comes back bigger with gang vocals on the hook., metal, male vocals